I arrived a little late and compounded my tardiness when I hit a long line of cars waiting to park at the Fairgrounds. And my Garmin GPS watch crapped out this morning before the race, so I was forced to do this thing low-tech.
I found a nice piece of concrete right up at the starting line. You know, right behind the 20-year-old servicemen with crew cuts. Those guys seem to be at every race, and apparently they find shirts really uncool.
Anyway, Governor O’Malley said a thing or two and fired off the air-horn.
There were lots of rolling hills; and being an Atlanta native, I’m partial to courses under a canopy of trees. The moderate turnout really allowed for some PR miles, as well. The proceeds went to cancer research, and having lost my mother to the “C” word ten years ago, I was more than willing to pay the inflated registration fee.
But … you knew it was coming … I had a few problems with the race’s organization.
The traffic control sucked. The course meandered through residential neighborhoods; meaning, people were heading to church etc., and that required the use of their cars. I was running along … minding my own, and a RAV4 nearly sideswiped me. This happened more than once.
A bit disconcerting.
Here’s my second beef, and no, it’s not the beautiful medallion you see pictured above. (SNARK alert!) I plan to wear THAT to work for a few weeks — on top of my shirt for the first five days, then underneath the following weeks. It’s all about modesty, people.
Back to my second complaint. I know there was something symbolic about wrapping up the race at the Maryland State Fairgrounds’ (horse) race track, but running on sand blows. Especially, for that half mile at the end when surging feels appropriate. Running on sand may be all right for those Chariots of Fire guys … but it’s not all right for me.
Overall, though — good race, good weather, good time, goodbye.